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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.