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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Gong,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.