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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
the Slits,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Television,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.