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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.