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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.