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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Television,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.