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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.