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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Can,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.