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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Minor Threat 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.