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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.