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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.