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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.