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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.