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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Animal Collective to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.