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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Main Source to the disco 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.