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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.