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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light to the rock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.