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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.