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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.