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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.