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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.