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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.