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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Wire,
Monks,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.