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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.