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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.