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 South Africa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.