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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Wings,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.