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 Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Wings 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.