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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.