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 Thailand 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.