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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 UT to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.