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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.