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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 güiro 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.