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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 John Cale to the grime 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.