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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.