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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 oboe 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.