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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Little Man,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.