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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Index to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.