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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Whodini to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.