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 Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Minny Pops 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Magma,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.