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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.