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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.