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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt 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?
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Monks,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.