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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.