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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Skriet,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.