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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
X-101,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.