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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.