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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.