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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Section 25 to the electroclash 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.