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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Skarface,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.