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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Wings,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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.