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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.