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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.