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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Offenders to the dance 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.