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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Techniques,
The Residents,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.