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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Fear,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.