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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 oboe 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.