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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.