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 Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.