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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.