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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.