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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
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.