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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 sitar 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Moebius,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.