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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.