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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.