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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.