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 Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.