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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
CMW,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.