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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.