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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.