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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.