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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the jazz 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.