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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.