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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
PIL,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.