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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set 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?
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.