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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 sitar 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.