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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 oboe 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.