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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.