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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.