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 Somalia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Fear to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.