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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
UT,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.