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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.