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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.