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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.