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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Wire,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.