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 South Africa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.