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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Vogues to the grime 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
The Monks,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.