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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 organ 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 Martian to the grunge 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.