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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Scion to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.