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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.