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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
The Human League,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
June Days,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.