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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 chamberlin 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.