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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.