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 India and from Bologna.
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 Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire 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?
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Television,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.