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 Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
The Index,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.