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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.