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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Last Poets to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.