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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.