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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Pylon,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.