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 Tuvalu 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.