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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.