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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.