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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.