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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.