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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Shoche,
The Move,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.