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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tomorrow 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.