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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.