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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Second Layer,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.