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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.