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 Swaziland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.