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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Wings,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Magma,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.