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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
JFA,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.