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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.