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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.