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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.