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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.