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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.