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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.