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 Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Minutemen to the disco 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.