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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.