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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.