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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.