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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.