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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Pole,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.