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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Can,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.