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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the rock 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.