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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.