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 Tonga 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 The Gladiators to the disco 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.