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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.