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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.