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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.