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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.