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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.