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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.