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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.