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 Uruguay 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.