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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Standells to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.