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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.