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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.