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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Franke,
Swans,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.