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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.