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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.