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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.