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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.