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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Suicide,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.