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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Can,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.