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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Eddi Front 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Index,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.