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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.