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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Youth Brigade to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
The Standells,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Wings,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.