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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Evens to the funk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Skriet,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.