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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 John Foxx 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Pole,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.