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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.