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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.