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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.