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 China and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.