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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.