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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.