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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings 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?
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Skriet,
the Human League,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.