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 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Rekid to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.