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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.