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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.