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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.