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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.