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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 the Sonics to the crunk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.