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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.