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 Barbados and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.