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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.