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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Nas,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.