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 Grenada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.