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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Crime,
Yaz,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.