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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel 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?
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Can,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.