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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 theremin 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.