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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.