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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.