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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.