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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.