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 Greece and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
DNA,
The Human League,
The Evens,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.