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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.