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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.