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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.