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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Q65,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.