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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Wire,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.