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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.