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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.