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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
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Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.