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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.