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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.