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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Faust,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.