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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.