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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Television,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Swans,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.