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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.