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 Luxembourg 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Brick,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.