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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.