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 Panama and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.