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 Nauru and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Rekid,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.