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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
a-ha,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
UT,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.