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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.