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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Swans,
Pagans,
Brick,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.