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 Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Pop Group to the rock 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.