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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Subhumans to the punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.