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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.