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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.