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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 The Red Krayola 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.