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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 güiro 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.