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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Brick,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.