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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
10cc,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.