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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
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 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Erasure,
Wings,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Television,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.