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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camouflage to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.