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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.