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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.