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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.