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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.