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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.