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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
CMW,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.