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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Symarip to the disco 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
MC5,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.