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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.