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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.