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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Index,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.