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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.