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 United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the rock 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.