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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Motorama,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Pole,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.