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 Nauru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the dance 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Neu!,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.