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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.