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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
UT,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Can,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.