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 Thailand and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.