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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.