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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.