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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Swans,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.