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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.