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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Techniques to the jazz 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.