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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.