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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.