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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 guitar 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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.