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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.