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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 The Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.