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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.