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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gladiators to the punk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.