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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Index,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.