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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Sonics to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.