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 Gambia and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.