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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.