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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Can,
Visage,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.