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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.