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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.