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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leaves to the rap 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.