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 Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.