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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Pole,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.