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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.