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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.