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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the techno 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.