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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.