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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.