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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.