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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.