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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mummies to the funk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Mars,
the Association,
Interpol,
Wire,
Television,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.