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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
MDC,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
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