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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.