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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Ludus to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.