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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.