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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Rakim to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Josef K,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Swans,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.