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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.