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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 marimba 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 Section 25 to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.