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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.