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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.