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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 güiro 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 The Happenings to the techno 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.