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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
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.