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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Franke,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.