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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.