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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.