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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.