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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Camberwell Now 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Index,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.