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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the funk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.