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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.