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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the jazz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.