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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.