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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Pole to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.