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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.