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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.