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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.