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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.