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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.