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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.