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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.