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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.