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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.