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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.