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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Pole,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.