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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.