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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Jandek,
ABC,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.