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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.