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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.