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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motions to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.