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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.