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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.