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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.