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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.