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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.