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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.