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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Mars,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.