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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.