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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.