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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.