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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.