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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
MDC,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.