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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.