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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.