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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.