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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Flipper,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.