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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.