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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.