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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.