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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Main Source,
Wire,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.