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 Djibouti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.