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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 guitar 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.