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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.