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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.