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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.