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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.