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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 This Heat to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
New Order,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
UT,
Black Moon,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.