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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.