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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Hashim,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.