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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.