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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.