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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.