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 Romania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Television,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.