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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the rap 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.