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 Albania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Can,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.