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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.