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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
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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.