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 Ivory Coast 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.