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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.