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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.