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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Pole,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.