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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Television,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.