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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.