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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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-101 to the rock 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.