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 Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Walker Brothers to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
the Normal,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.