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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 the Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.