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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.