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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.