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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.