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 Tunisia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Television,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.