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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.