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 Bhutan 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.