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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.