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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.