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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
The Slackers,
CMW,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.