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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Make Up,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
MC5,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Cymande,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.