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 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.