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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Residents to the rap 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.