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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Pole,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.