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 Burundi and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 Lou Reed 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.