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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.