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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 guitar 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 Scott Walker 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Liliput,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.