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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.