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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.