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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.