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 Thailand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.