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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Young Rascals to the dance 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.