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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.