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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Subhumans to the electroclash 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.