Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Japan,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.