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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.