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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.