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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.