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 Honduras 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.