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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.