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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.