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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.