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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.