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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.