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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.