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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Hashim,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.