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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.