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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.