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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Khruangbin to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.