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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.