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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.