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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.