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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.