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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Crime,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.