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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.