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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.