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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Slave,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.