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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.