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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 marimba 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
CMW,
ABC,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.