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 Mozambique and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
MDC,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.