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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.