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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
cv313,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Crime,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.