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 Egypt and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.