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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.