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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Cybotron to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.