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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.