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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.