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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.