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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Shoche,
Monks,
This Heat,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.