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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.