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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.