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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gap Band to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.