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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.