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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Television,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.