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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.