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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.