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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
June Days,
MDC,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.