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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.