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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.