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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.