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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Smog,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.