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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.