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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.