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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.