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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.