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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
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Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.