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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.