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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.