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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Index,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.