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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.