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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Gun Club to the rock 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Organ,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.