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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.