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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.