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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.