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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.