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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.