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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Can,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.