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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
DNA,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.