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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.