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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.