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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 clarinet 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.