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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.