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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.