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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.