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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.