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 Morocco and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Technova,
MDC,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.