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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.