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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.