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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Monks 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Ossler,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.