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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.