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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.