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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.