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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 CMW to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.