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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Television,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.