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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Gong,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Smog,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.