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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
New Order,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.