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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.