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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.