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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 The Leaves to the grunge 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Television,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.