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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.