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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.