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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Ultra Naté to the rap 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
JFA,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.