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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 The Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.