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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Nico,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.