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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.