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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Oblivians,
Index,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Pole,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.