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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.