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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.