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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.