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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.