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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.