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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.