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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.