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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
The Move,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.