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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.