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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
ABC,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
JFA,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.