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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 The Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.