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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.