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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Visage,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.