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 Togo and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.