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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.