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 Bangladesh 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
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.