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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers 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 jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Index,
The Residents,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.