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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Pantaleimon to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.