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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.