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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the punk 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.