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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.