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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.