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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.