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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.