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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
The Victims,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.