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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.