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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.