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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson 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?
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.