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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fortunes to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.