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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
DNA,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.