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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Scion,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Fear,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.