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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.