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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.