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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.