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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.