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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.