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 United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.