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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.