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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Television,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.