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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Franke,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.