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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
The Names,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.