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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.