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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.