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 Belize 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
X-102,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.