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 Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mandrill to the jazz 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.