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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.