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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Flipper,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.