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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.