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 Costa Rica 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.