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 Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
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 güiro 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 Mars to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Pole,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Monks,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.