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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.