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 Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Index,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.