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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.