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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.