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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.