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 Bahamas and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.