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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the funk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.