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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.