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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.